When there is no death...

... there is God.

When someone who knows Jesus is no longer with us on earth, we mourn our loss, not theirs. Because of the unique relationship with Christ, we do not die... we merely pass on.

The phrase "pass on" is maybe overused to some, but it has great meaning to people of the Christian faith. People with a relationship with our Savior, Jesus Christ, do not die because Jesus, himself, overcame death and conquered the grave. Therefore, to be absent from the body is to present with the Lord! [2 Corinthians 5:8]

Let's look at what "pass on" means.

We pass on from a mortal life on a wounded earth to bigger and brighter things.
We pass on to a place that is more wondrous than we can imagine.
We pass on to forever worship our Lord.

Also...
We pass on suffering.
We pass on loneliness.
We pass on anxiety.
We pass on sorrow.
We pass on regret.
We pass on anger.
We pass on pain.

Answer this question today: does your spiritual belief give you comfort in knowing that you will be released from suffering and free from death's anxiety, all based on a personal relationship rather than personal effort?

I choose to pass on things of this world and embrace the tender mercies of the Lord.

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